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"This is for you." That day you smiled shyly and handed me a small paper crane as I looked at it with delight in my eyes. "Can we be friends?" You asked and I nodded timidly, in hesitation, but you held my hand and ushered me to the swing to play together.


You were the first kid who ever gave me a gift, the first ever person who wanted to be friends with me, and I'll forever be thankful for that.



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